Just a week from today . . . . .

Christmas is just a week from today.  This has been a different Christmas year for Karl and me and the kids and grand kids.  I decided awhile back that I wanted to redo my kitchen and dining area.  We have lived in our home for a little over 16 years and some things like the tile and cabinets had begun to show their age.  I stumbled upon a newspaper add/photo that represented what I wanted to do and moved forward from there. So, I talked with two cabinet companies and ended up choosing Chris and Dicks for the cabinet purchase and my design.

In the past month, and with a lot of help from Karl, my new kitchen and dining area are nearly finished. If all goes well, counter tops will be installed sometime next week just in time for Christmas.

So, with the dysfunction and confusion that comes from remodeling, my Christmas preparation and decoration has taken on a simpler look and feel.  It's been interesting to say the least.  I hope to have my tree up on Christmas Eve and put the presents out then.  I have some cooking I'd like to do for my family, but I have decided we can eat out instead, and that will be fine.  I haven't done near the shopping and fretting over Christmas like I usually do, and that's been okay, too.

I will forever remember this holiday season as the one in which I turned a corner -- coming to terms with delegating and sharing. Thanksgiving was held at Annie's - just our Petersen, Howden, Binggeli family.  I missed not seeing all of our extended Huber and Petersen family members, but for the first time in many, many years I took on a more supportive role in Thanksgiving festivities.

There are more changes/adjustments for family Christmas celebrations, and I know everything will work out well.  I am so looking forward to a few days off and some time to chill with family.  An added bonus will definitely be skyping with Elder Petersen and having everyone for breakfast at my house (keep your fingers crossed on the counter top installation and hooking up the sink and dishwasher) on Christmas morning.

I would like to send a Christmas message to any and all who read my blog.  I heard the poem below read a few years ago.  I liked it then and like it now.

Merry Christmas!!

My Christmas Wish for You

By Ruth Kephart

My Christmas wish for you, friend

Is not a simple one

For I wish you hope and joy and peace

Days filled with warmth and sun.

I wish you love and friendship, too

Throughout the coming year

Lots of laughter and happiness

To fill your world with cheer.

May you count your blessings, one by one

And when totaled by the lot

May you find all you’ve been given

To be more than what you sought.

May your journeys be short, your burdens light

May your spirit never grow old,

May all your clouds have silver linings

And your rainbows pots of gold

I wish you this and so much more

May all your dreams come true,

May you have a Merry Christmas, friend

And a Happy New Year, too . . . .

It's Official! 100 Days!!

Karl and I got an email on Friday, November 20, from the Baltic States Mission President to inform us that our sweet son will return home on March 3, 2016!!!!

Oh my goodness!  I am so very excited for that great day, now just 100 days from today, November 24, 2016.

I must admit that having a missionary in the family has been the most incredible experience of a lifetime for him and all of us. But, all good and powerful experiences eventually come to at least a temporary end, and when that day comes, we will greet Elder Petersen with open arms, and smiles and tears of joy and happiness.  We are so very blessed by his service yet so excited to see where his next adventure will be.

Tomorrow - double digit countdown begins . . . . . .
99
98
97
96

We can do this!!

Coming up on "100 days" to go!

Greetings blog world!

In looking at the calendar today, if my calculations are somewhat accurate, it should be about 100 days until I can say, "mission accomplished" and welcome home that long lost son of mine at last. 

There is nothing I have done in my life or ever will do that has required so much faith in what this church of our is all about.  I said before and I will say it forever, a demonstration of my faith in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints is evidenced through my unwavering willingness and never-ending support in sending a my young son away from home for two long years to share the light of Christ and a message of hope to any and all who will listen.

When Karl, Haley and I dropped Willie off in Provo, Utah, February 26, 2014, 12:52 p.m., I thought the day of return would never, ever come.  I am pleased to report that the two years will come to an end and I will have that son of mine home again in just over 100 days.  I can do that!  I will make it! The end is in sight!

Birthday, again!

So it's my very own birthday today.  I am getting up there . . . . . 61!  Can you believe it?  I can't!  I am not sure what 61 is suppose to feel like, but I feel pretty good.

So what is there to celebrate about being 61?  Well, let me see . . . .

• I have a good life - not rich and famous by any means, but I am rich in family, friends and neighbors.  Let's see . . . there's Karl who takes pretty good care of me  . . . he does the wash and takes care of the yard work (not many around who get that kind of support).  He's my first assistant with projects for family, work and church, and he will do whatever at the drop of a hat (but I must admit he does need a nudge now and then). He's the best dad any kid could ask for and could be rated as a top grandpa if he could just recognize that the children who come to visit are his grandchildren and not his children. 
• I have been blessed with three children who are strong, good looking and above average in so many ways.  All three are accomplished at something I gave them - the talent or capacity for which they can forever thank me. Annie is my #1 and that means chief family boss.  She is more creative and artistic in words and actions than anyone I know.  She can cook and sew and write and design and manage a home of boys.  She has good taste in everything and she is rock solid in all she does. Haley is my #2 and with that birth order rank comes commitment and obligation. She has always been my "Haley on the spot."  She is so musically talented at the piano and with the guitar and banjo and can tackle the most difficult math problem or life circumstance with success and confidence. She is always the champion of a good cause and always has a political or social opinion to share.  Willie is #3 and the youngest.  I must say that he is the recipient of many things his sisters didn't get or experience, but rest assured, he missed out on a lot of early Petersen family adventures and activities.  He is amazing in every definition of the word. This one and only son came into our family as the caboose and has been the recipient of love, and more love than can be imagined.  He is strong and handsome and funny and crazy and has friends and followers of all nationalities and backgrounds.  He's like the pied piper.  He loves to sing and play the ukulele, knows a few tunes on the piano and he is a basketball junkie.  
• I have been blessed with two amazing sons-in-law who have been sealed to my daughters for time and all eternity in the House of the Lord.  They are also strong, good looking, educated, dedicated and make me a very proud mother-in-law.  Ross and James are helpful and handy and willing to take on my weird requests like building a block wall and patio at great-grandpa's house and humoring me when I give their children more candy and sugar than they'd like them to have.
• I have these five additional people in my world I call grandchildren.  They are simply mini-versions of their parents and they are delightful!!!  They are called grandchildren for a reason - they are splendidly pleasing and impressively amazing!  I love them to the moon and back!
• I have a very nice home - not a mansion with all the bells and whistles of modern technology, but a home that is comfortable and welcoming.  The door is always open, and  . . .  always . . . drinks in the fridge, food in the pantry, candy in the candy dishes and ice cream in the freezer. My yard is beautiful - lawn is green an most flowers grow.  
• I call my work an extension of my life.  I love what I do duing the "work day" and the best part of all is that I get paid for it
• I believe that there is Heavenly Father who created this world of ours through His son.  I know he loves all of his earthly children and has blessed me and my family above and beyond in so many ways.  I thank Him daily and worship Him on Sundays.  I am not a religious scholar nor do I profess to have read and studied all there is to learn about His church.  But, I am a believer and the strength of my faith is evidenced through my willingness and (nearly worry-free) commitment to send my young son some 6,000 miles away from me, and all who love him so much, for two (2) years to serve Him and share the message of hope and light of Christ to any and all who choose to listen.

Well, there you have it!  My bullet list of reasons to celebrate this birthday, #61!  Pretty good life I have been blessed with!  Happy Birthday, me!

Happy Anniversary

So what do people do when they celebrate 39 years of marriage?  When you don't know, you can always Google!

The 39 year Anniversary Facts and Figures

On the 39th anniversary of your marriage you would have been married for 14,235 days or 341,640 hours or 20,498,400 minutes which is over 1,229 million seconds!  During this time you would have shared, on average, over 106,700 hours of snuggle time (sleeping!) or about 12 years, 2 months; assuming you don’t work together you’ve been apart for over 82,461 hours which is about 9 years, 5 months. You would have by now shared about 31,100 meals together which equates to approximately 2 years, 1 months of continuous eating!

According to the website, lace is the modern theme for 39th wedding anniversary gifts.

Well, enough of all that.

So back to my initial question, what do people do when they celebrate 39 years of marriage?  Well for us, we ventured out to dinner Monday night at Ruth's Diner in Emigration Canyon.  We were seated outside on the patio and enjoyed a yummy dinner (yes I know it is a do not eat out week for the Healthy Living Challenge but anniversaries only come once a year) and live music.  A beautiful young guitarist/vocalist and her dad guitarist/vocalist performed some folksy tunes for the diner quests.  It was very relaxing and made for a very nice evening. The cool canyon air was crisp, pine-scented and fall-like. When we got back home, I ran a few errands and Karl payed bills.

So there you have it a 39th year anniversary celebration.  Maybe for our 40th anniversary we will make it to Niagara Falls and Karl will give me a ruby something, or not, and that's just fine.

What did you do for summer vacation?

Fantastic Five - Quinn,  Jack, Wyatt, Elliott and Molly

August, hmmmmmm . . . . .

So what about August?
It's the 8th month of the year.

• Sunflowers are in full bloom, everywhere, especially in my front flower garden.
• The weather is beautiful!!!
• August nights are nice and cool.
• Corn stands are up around the neighborhood stocked with only the best straight from the farm.
• Football practice is in full swing (as I've mentioned before how no other sport out there requires more practice than football).
• August is the last full month of summer.
• School starts on August 19 for GSD -- early start means early out.
• Recent graduates are headed on missions or to some kind of post-secondary experience.
• August offers some interesting "days" ----
• August 1
  
  • National Raspberry Cream Pie Day
  • National Girlfriends Day
  • National Minority Donor Awareness Day
  • Respect for Parents Day
  • National Jamaican Patty Day * – First Saturday in August
  • National Mustard Day – First Saturday in August
  August 2
  
  • National Coloring Book Day*
  • National Ice Cream Sandwich Day
  • National Kids Day – First Sunday in August?
  • American Family Day – First Sunday in August
  • National Friendship Day – First Sunday in August
  • National Sisters Day – First Sunday in August
  August 3
  
  • National Watermelon Day
  • National Grab Some Nuts Day
  August 4
  
  • National Chocolate Chip Cookie Day
  • National Coast Guard Day
  • National Night Out Day – First Tuesday in August
  August 5
  
  • National Underwear Day
  • National Oyster Day
  August 6
  
  • National Root Beer Float Day
  • National Fresh Breath Day
  • National Wiggle Your Toes Day
  August 7
  • Purple Heart Day
  • National Lighthouse Day
  • National Raspberries N’ Cream Day
  August 8
  
  • National Happiness Happens Day
  • National Frozen Custard Day
  • National Sneak Some Zucchini Into Your Neighbor’s Porch Day
  • National Dollar Day
  • National Bowling Day – Second Saturday in August
  • National Garage Sale Day – Second Saturday in August
  August 9
  
  • National Rice Pudding Day
  • National Veep Day
  • National Book Lovers Day
  August 10
  
  • National Lazy Day
  • National S’mores Day
  August 11
  
  • National Son’s and Daughter’s Day
  • National Presidential Joke Day
  • National Raspberry Bombe Day
  August 12
  
  • National Julienne Fries Day
  • National Vinyl Record Day
  • National Middle Child Day
  August 13
  
  • National Filet Mignon Day
  • International Lefthanders Day
  August 14
  
  • National V-J Day (Victory of Japan Day)
  • National Creamsicle Day
  August 15
  
  • National V-J Day (Victory of Japan Day)
  • National Relaxation Day
  • National Lemon Meringue Pie Day
  August 16
  
  • National Tell a Joke Day
  • National Roller Coaster Day
  • National Airborne Day
  • National Rum Day
  August 17
  
  • National Thrift Shop Day
  • National I LOVE My Feet Day!*
  August 18
  
  • National Mail Order Catalog Day
  • National Ice Cream Pie Day
  August 19
  
  • National Aviation Day
  • National Soft Ice Cream Day
  August 20
  
  • National Radio Day
  • National Chocolate Pecan Pie Day
  • National Lemonade Day
  August 21
  
  • National Spumoni Day
  • National Senior Citizen’s Day
  August 22
  
  • National Tooth Fairy Day
  • National Pecan Torte Day
  August 23
  
  • National Ride With The Wind Day
  • National Sponge Cake Day
  August 24
  
  • National Peach Pie Day
  • National Waffle Day
  August 25
  
  • National Kiss and Make Up Day
  • National Secondhand Wardrobe Day
  • National Banana Split Day
  August 26
  
  • National Dog Day
  • National Women’s Equality Day
  • National Cherry Popsicle Day
  August 27
  
  • National Pots De Creme Day
  • National Just Because Day
  August 28
  
  • National Cherry Turnovers Day
  • National College Colors Day 
  August 29
  
  • National Chop Suey Day
  August 30
  
  • National Toasted Marshmallow Day
  August 31
  
  • National Trail Mix Day

I Lava You!

 

To Willie from Me:

"I Lava You"

On Saturday morning, we skipped the Magna Parade, again, and went to a movie instead - all 11 of us.  We saw Pixar's new animated feature film, "Inside Out" and it is very well done and cute and all and the chillins seemed to really enjoy it.  The Pixar short shown before the movie, however, was exceptional!!!  It was called "Lava."  It's a "musical love story inspired by the beauty of tropical islands and ukulele music." The love story is of two volcanoes, Uku and Lele. It features a song, "Lava", which will be one of your favorite tunes when you see and hear it.  It is a cross between the Hukilau and "IZ" Kamakawiwo'ole's  "Over the Rainbow."  The only musical instrument used in the soundtrack is the simple strumming of a ukulele (ahhh, how I miss your strumming).  You will love it!!!!  It will be a favorite for sure!!!!!  Imagine a little ukulele music to the following:

 

The chorus,

I have a dream, I hope will come true

If you're here with me, and I'm here with you

I wish that the earth, sea and sky up above

Will send me some one to lava . . . .

 

At the end of the story the song changes up a little to . . . .

I have a dream, I hope will come true

That you'll grow old with me, and I'll grow old with you

We thank the earth, sea the sky we thank, too

I lava you, I lava you . . . .

 

Willie, I have never really talked to you about this before, but I wonder what kind of beautiful young woman you will marry (and lava).  Yes, I know I am weird, sorry.  I know you will marry someone who is smart, beautiful, strong in the church, preferably tall (for tall grandchildren), and likes all of us.  Sorry, the song just inspired me to mention something like this.  I hope you are not laughing hysterically.  I just lava you!!  Ok, I will stop now.

 

To Me from Willie:

I like the ukulele.

 

Oh man... Come on Mom! Not the marriage talk...

.......gross.......

 

(I can just see him going crazy about what I wrote to him.  Oh, I "lava" that boy!!!!

Listen to the song, or better still go see the movie!)

 

You know you're getting old when . . . .

For many years, I helped organize and host the "senior sisters luncheon" in our LDS stake.  It's an annual event for sisters 60+ to get together and share in the bonds of old age.  It was always a nice experience but not one that I hoped for or planned for.

• A week or so ago, I received an invitation to the annual event.  Me? What? A senior sister? 

A few weeks ago, Karl and I attended the very well-organized and impressive "Spartan Station Pre-School" program where we enjoyed a patriotic themed event complete with little toddlers reciting, memorized lines of the Declaration of Independence and quotes of famous Americans. 

• A video of the children came at the end of the program where one of many background songs was a Beatles classic:

 

When I'm Sixty-Four

 

When I get older losing my hair
Many years from now
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings, bottle of wine?

 

If I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door?
Will you still need me
Will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four?

 

You'll be older too
And if you say the word
I could stay with you

I could be handy mending a fuse
When your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings, go for a ride

 

Doing the garden, digging the weeds
Who could ask for more?
Will you still need me
Will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four?

Many of my generation in the world of work are retiring.  My dear friend and colleague, Leigh Ann, retired a couple of years ago.  This month, more of my close work friends are calling it quits.  Retirement is just not one of my goals or plans for the future.  I love my work and I hope it continues to be valued and important.

• On Wednesday, I am scheduled to attend my first-ever retirement meeting - and all-day event to tell me all of the intricate details of retirement planning in the Utah State Retirement System.

This list can go on and on . . . . .

 

I don't consider myself old - I am just 30 with 30 years of experience!! Ho hum . . . .

 

May

The family - September 2012

Well it's may and I have become the worst blogger around.  I am not keeping up with the times and the events and the things going on with me and my family.  I need to get back to blogging regularly because it is a very good way to keep track of all things related to me and my family.  Things I am thinking about:

• Willie has been serving a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints for 14 months.  He had had 7 companionships and is now in a Zone Leader companionship with Elder Hall (Cache County).
• My sweet nephew, Parker Stewart Wood, received a mission call to the Texas Houston East Mission.  It is a perfect mission call for him - in a part of the country he has never really visited SE Texas and SW Louisiana and where he will meet some pretty interesting people for sure.  He reports to the MTC on September 2 (birthdays for Great Grandpa Huber and Quinn).
• Karl has a new church calling - Young Men's President.  He has been serving with the young men all but 3 or 4 years since we've lived in the Hunter 1st Ward and under 4 different Bishops.
• I am teaching an online counseling/college and career readiness course for the U.  It's been a good thing (Disneyland $$). 
• The grandchillins are keeping busy with baseball/t-ball.  Sitting on a ball field watching them follow instructions (or not), try their best, run and jump around and watch to see if I am watching them is pretty awesome.
• Devin Stock (Red Emily's husband) is graduating from the college of Pharmacy at the U.  He has worked really hard for as long as I have known him to reach this milestone.
• My daughters are amazing mothers to their sweet children.  I am so very proud of them. They are married to good men and I am proud of them, too.
• I love the rain.  It was supposed to rain tonight, but the storm blew over, again.
• Karl and I have joined the "healthy living challenge" group.  I am terrible at doing it.  I was in last place week 1.  I have crawled into second to the last place this week.  I know I eat a lot of stuff that is on the "unhealthy" list.  I am doing my best this week.  Avoiding sweets (candy, cookies, chocolate) and drinking water (64 oz. a day) are next to impossible, but I am trying. 
• For the past few months, my dad has been preparing for dialysis. After his broken neck experience last year and being on a feeding tube for 3 months he was faced with kidney failure.  Well trust my dad to beat the odds.  His kidney function is actually improving, gradually.  He is prepared for dialysis with a fistula in his right arm, but if he does what he needs to do (limited fluid intake and keeping his weight stable) he will be dialysis free.
• Annie has been sewing up a storm!  She is mainly into making bags - amazing cute bags.  Grandma Petersen would be so proud.
• Meranda has a male friend, Pedro Sanchez.  He is a very nice young man.
• Emily Stapley is getting married on May 20.  We had a bridal shower for he on Saturday.  she got some really nice gifts for rooms in her home-to-be.  Excited for Emily!
• Many May birthdays!  Happy Birthday to all!
• Haley and James finally sold their town home - yippee!!!

Well, there you have it!  A nice post for May.

April showers, where are you?

Everything is so very dry.  We went for a little ride this afternoon and out in the south part of the valley the dust is blowing here and there.  Worked in the yard a little yesterday and the ground is hard as a rock and dry.  We haven't turned on the sprinklers yet - usually we wait until the first part of may.  I hope the trees, grass and flowers don't die or stress before then.

There just may be a storm coming this week - I will keep my fingers and toes crossed.

It's a great day to be a U of U alum and basktball fan!

So, there you have it!  U of U men's basketball team made the brackets for the 2015 NCAA B-Ball Tournament - really the first time in a few years. This year however, marks the 16th time they will have made it to the "sweet 16" -- 16 top teams in the tournament.  They did so with interesting and somewhat impressive wins vs. SFA University and Georgetown.  Pretty exciting. 

The Twitter comments were all over the place as the UTES cinched the win over Georgetown -- by many former UTE b-ball players like Keith Van Horn, Jimmy Soto, Josh Grant and even Jason Washburn.  It's been a fun season to say the least.  We've had season tickets since Annie and Haley were very young (likely the same ages as Molly and Jack).  We've been in the same seats - Section TT, row 37, seats 8-11 for all those years.  Now there are 11 of us attending the games, same section and area and it couldn't be more fun. 

Willie is living the season via his dad's lengthy, weekly emails.  He has a copy of the brackets and Karl will give a full tournament report and play by play to the smallest detail in this week's letter.  I suggested going to Las Vegas to watch the PAC-12 tourney and then to Portland for the first round of the tournament and he said he's rather wait and go with Willie (sniff, sniff - I know where I stand).  the picture is UTE player Jacob Poeltl (Cindy says he reminds her of Willie).

Are you wearin' the green?

St. Patrick's Day is one of those no stress holidays.  All you need to do to celebrate is wear a little green and think about your Irish heritage or lack thereof.  We celebrated this day a little early with Sunday dinner with a little green Koolaid, ham and creamed potatoes with green peas, green asparagus, green salad, and of course a special St. Patrick's Day cake for desert.

Irish Blessing for March 17, 2015

May the road rise to meet you...

May the road rise to meet you, 
may the wind be ever at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face, 
and the rains fall soft upon your fields. 
And until we meet again, 
may God hold you in the palm of his hand.

Turning Point

We have reached a turning point in Willie's missionary service.  A year ago this past week we watched him walk away from us, up the sidewalk of the Provo MTC to be out of sight for the next 24 months. Oh how sweet it was to turn the corner of his service this week.  Counting forward to this one year mark has felt like ten years but it's just been the days served since February 26, 2014. Well, now we can change our perspective and begin counting down the days until his return - 351 days from today to be exact.

I am not a worrying mother by any means.  I let my daughters drive across the country in the summer of 2001, on their own.  They were 23 and 21 at he time.  They left late one afternoon and returned almost two weeks later.  They drove through too many states to count and spent a few days in NYC.  I remember my mother asking if I worried about them on their trip.  I replied, "Not really."  You see I have good kids who have learned to be independent and strong.  They have learned to stand steadfast and immovable in their actions and beliefs.  While they were gone, we talked on the phone a couple of times.  They had a cell phone with them but service was unstable and the phone didn't hold a very long charge.  I was very excited for them to go off on an adventure as young adults.  I had confidence and faith that they would have a great time and that they would be healthy and safe.

Sending a son on a mission is a little (a lot) different.  Two years is much different than 2 weeks.  A 6,000 mile distance to a far off land is much more compelling than 2,000 miles across country in the USA.  No verbal communication or contact is trying to say the least.  However, I can't say I worry so much about Willie as much as I just miss him.  I have faith and confidence in his independence and his ability to make good decisions and choices.  I know that in tens of thousands of prayers offered each day he is (along with all missionaries) remembered, prayed for unlike anything I can wrap my mind around.  I know he is ok.  The hardest part of this separation is just missing his energy and excitement for every day; his laugh and positive attitude; and his rolling on the floor in hysteria at something so amazingly funny to him that he can't get words out to explain.

With a full, successful year of experience completed I feel relieved and validated that he will soon return home in 351 days.  I think not so much about that last image of him walking up the sidewalk at the Provo MTC, but now imagining how he will look and be all grown up when he walks toward all of us upon his return at the airport.  These next 300+ days will go by fast and furious.  He has much to accomplish and so do I.  We are so very excited for the turning point of this past week.



Provo MTC February 2014

Klaipeda by the Bay February 2015

What a week!

I am excited to bring last week to an end.  It started on Monday with a crisis.  A young 22 year old shot himself on the playing field of a local junior high (he died).  He has two siblings still in school one of whom attends said JHS.  While there doing crisis response on Monday morning, a woman brought a tiny young man into the school claiming she was the young 8th grader's aunt and that his mother died on Sunday and left him at school.  He also has a sibling in a nearby elementary school.  And the death was a result of a drug overdose – likely the student's Ritalin and other narcotics she had convinced doctors to prescribe her.  So a crisis day it was!

Then, that same day I was in a meeting and one of the directors in attendance took my phone, claiming something was wrong with it.  I told her it worked fine but she insisted on playing with it and eventually disconnected the LCD screen from the circuit board in the phone.  I could hear my phone working but could see nothing.  This director then said “get 'so and so' to order you a new phone.”  I replied, “this is my personal phone not a district phone.”  “Oh, sorry,” she said, "you will need to get a new phone." 

 

After the meeting, I took my broken phone to a T-Mobile store on 3300 and State.  I felt like I was in a quick change – bait and switch – charge this woman a lot of money place.  The sales people helped me file an insurance claim, set up a loaner phone ($50), and told me to come back with the new phone and they would transfer data from phone to phone. The new phone was delayed (supposed to be overnighted) due to snow storms back east.  I finally got it on Wednesday afternoon.  So I took everything old and new to the T-Mobile place on 5600 West.  (I was out on the west side doing school visits.) The sales person there kindly explained that the store on State Street is an “express” store and not an official corporate T-Mobile (even though there were no indicators as such and the sales people had on the same black and pink shirts) and that they likely did lead me astray.  This person was able to set up my new phone using the SIM card from my trusty little green “dumb” phone and told me “sorry” that I would need to take the iPhone someplace else to have the data transferred because the data transfer is dependent upon a working screen.  Arggggg!!  Well this young salesman, Jakie, sensed my frustration and told me about a place in T-ville where I could possibly get some help.  So, I bundled up all of my stuff and headed to the T-ville hood – 1875 W 4700 S.  There in the deep dark corner of a strip mall was Action Wireless Repair Shop.  Owner/fixer, Charlie, was most helpful and very nice.  Come to find out, he could have fixed my broken phone for $100 bucks by just putting on a new LCD screen.  (The deductible for the replacement was $150.)  We talked over possible solutions and decided he would fix the broken phone temporarily with a used screen, transfer the data from old to new, kill the old phone (because I have to send it to the insurance company) and $45 dollars later I would be good to go.  So, around 5:00 p.m. Wednesday I was finally reconnected to the wireless communication world.  Altogether, it cost me a little over $250 and a lot of anxiety.

 

Add to all of this - my basic day to day confusion, my diminishing memory, full-time work, a missionary son 6,000 miles away from home, concern for all of you and Grandpa and I get to the end of a week exhausted.  Exhaustion is not all bad – it represents that my life is busy and full and amazing and I love that.  However, I could have done without the broken phone wild goose chase.

 

Thanks for reading.

A new year and all is well . . .

2014 went by in a flash.  I didn't record much on my blog compared to previous years so I will try to make amends this year and be more diligent is keeping a record of the comings and goings and happenings and all that.



Last Sunday, Jan. 11, I ventured out early to the Fruit Heights 7th Ward where I listened to Elder Michael Stuart's mission report.  He was Willie's companion in Kaunas for just a few weeks last fall.   He is a very nice young man.  He spoke a little about the country and the difficulty of the mission.  He expressed his love and appreciation for all of his companions and shared how his service helped him grow and develop.  He has a very calm personality and is a little on the nervous shy side.  I can see common characteristics among the three Baltic/Lithuanian missionaries I now know. 

Afterwards, I approached him (I am sure he thought who is the old lady coming toward me).  I introduced myself as Elder Petersen's mom and he lit up with a huge smile as he told me that Elder Petersen was his best companion ever.  I met his dad (who appeared to be a little older that me).  It seems that Elder Stuart is the youngest in his family with 18 years difference in age from youngest to oldest.  I could see how he and Willie could relate/connect in so many ways.  Of course I asked home about his goals and plans for the future to which he eagerly reported that he wanted to study engineering at Weber State University.

I have met two companions now in real life not just through pictures and Skype. What fine young men they are!  So fortunate my son has had the opportunity to serve with them.